I shouldn't be blogging.

I should be packing, for the trip I no longer want to take.

   Not that I don't want to leave tomorrow to go to Iowa, hug my family, see my old hometown, watch my brother graduate and catch up with friends.....I most certainly do.  But it just doesn't feel quite right leaving in the wake of all that has happened since yesterday.  Yesterday? Can it be?  Could it really only be yesterday that our lives were turned upside down?

   Yesterday morning the feed mill that my father-in-law built from the ground up, and that my husband has worked at for over 13 years, burned to the ground.

   I can't give a lot of details at this time, so I will just show a few pictures that I captured on that fateful morning.  We are all still reeling from the shock, and I am just not quite sure how to sort everything out in my mind and heart right now.  The Smucker men have been calm, cool, and collected, as is the Smucker way.

   I, on the other hand, spend most of my time vacillating between wanting to smash something and wanting to curl up in the fetal position and cry, and so I suppose I have a lot to learn.

God is good, all the time.  Even when it doesn't feel like it.

  Before...........
......and after.


Please keep my in-laws, the entire Smucker family, in your prayers.

And we sure wouldn't mind being prayed for either.